The Hope That Killed Me

Sitting alone I ask myself, what is immersion?

I can't connect into this world

The more things change, they stay the same

But I'm growing older

The seasons wearing thin each turn

And I'm so tired, tired

Tired of feeling alone

The clouds rolling in, a storm starts to sing

I'm lost in the centre

No rights to reason, just the wasted days

I won't need to hold on, the thoughts are my own

Dead and buried with the hope that killed me

This cannot be ending, trying to find the faith

To break the cycle, shatter denial

Draw a line from the hope that killed me

So little space, so much to say

Would anyone listen

The cries for help feel so in vain

I cannot rest until it's done

But I'm growing tired

Still I smile inside the rain

The clouds rolling in, a storm starts to sing

I'm lost in the centre

No rights to reason, just the wasted days

I won't need to hold on, the thoughts are my own

Dead and buried with the hope that killed me

This cannot be ending, trying to find the faith

To break the cycle, shatter denial

Draw a line from the hope that killed me

Draw a line from the hope that killed me

No rights to reason, just the wasted days

I won't need to hold on, the thoughts are my own

Dead and buried with the hope that killed me

This cannot be ending, trying to find the faith

To break the cycle, shatter denial

Draw a line from the hope that killed me

Draw a line from the hope that killed me